The boat seemed to know where it was going.. plus I SWORE this thing must have the ability to manipulate Space and Time or something.. because the next thing I knew, it was only 5 minutes and I had already found the boat coming ashore the beach next to Camp.
When I got off the boat, it was to find camp completely empty..
Even the defense barracks were empty.. the pavilion, the sword arena.. everywhere.
Where the heck was everybody?
Apparently.. they were at my funeral
Okay, so after dying once already, it felt weird to see my own funeral as a Heroic Spirit. I mean.. they did know they could try to resummon me.. right? Then again.. I remembered the situation with summoning now.. and realized that the lives of Servants that were currently alive was a lot more finite than they used to be..
See, Servants who were summoned in the new permanent way we had now weren't sustained by the Holy Grail.. so as a result we couldn't just be summoned by people will nilly anymore.. the shock to our magical souls from being killed could keep us from being resummoned for decades.. centuries even.. or even permanently kill us.. depending on how we died. Blowing up in a volcano was probably one of the permanent versions.. that was pretty traumatizing..
In other words, sacrificing the Grail way for some more permanent staying power, had it's own price. A more permanent life also meant a more permanent death.
So it made sense people were crying over me
(breaking the fourth wall here, the whole thing about us Servants not being the actual people from history, and just being copies of their souls stored in the Throne of Heroes has been thoroughly retconned by Apocrypha and Fate Grand Order.. BOOOM!! THE KING HAS SPOKEN!!)
Everyone was gathered in the amphitheater and they appeared to be in the process of burning my Burial Shroud.
It was beautiful.. designed to look like a beautiful sword stabbing into an ornate stone with the Camelot crest in the background..
Mordred was the one burning it, with Bedivere and Annabeth at her side.
"Sh.. she.. was my king.. and..." Mordred was stammering, struggling to keep in the waterworks that were going. "And.. and..."
Mordred froze.. seeing me walk into the amphitheater. "And.. SHE'S... RIGHT... THERE!!!!"
Immediately, their were expressions of relief all around me..
"SABER!" Beckendorf exclaimed, looking immensely happy as Silena waved at me, and Annabeth fell to her knees, clutching her heart as if to say "oh thank goodness."
Bedivere sighed with relief and nodded at me.
The only one who displayed a unfavorable reaction was Liz, who seemed to be holding my lion plushy.
"Oh darnit.. I can't keep you cuddles.." Liz muttered sadly.
But Mordred.
"YOUUUUUUUUU JAAAACKAAAASS!!" Mordred screamed, running at me, tears gushing from her eyes, colliding with me ferociously
The next thing I knew, I was being pummeled into the ground, Mordred sobbing and punching me at the same time.
"DON'T YOU EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!!! JERK!!! A-HOLE!!! DAM DAMNATION OF DAMMINESS FROM HOOVER DAM!!!!" Mordred roared as she continued to pummel me.
"Mordred.. I'm still sore... from being blasted.. out of a volcano.." I squealed. But she didn't seem to hear me.
"Mordred.. could you er.. stop?"
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King Arthur And The Olympians: The Battle of the Labyrinth.
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